Entries Tagged as 'HTC'

Over 700 pages read

OK, not pages-pages, webpages, my webpages. Yesterday! Why? How come, overzealous reader?Madonna’s concert was also OK, a few feet away from the stage. Others report crappy organization and dust in the park. I myself have spotted mosquitoes :) If you really focus you can spot a blurred Madonna on the left htc-madonna-sticky-and-sweet-bucharest-aug-09.jpg

Badalona, June 2009

To the beach

No direction, full speed ahead

I have not told you how I got lost round the corner in Barcelona, because my low inclination to perceive up the hill and down the hill. At the end of it all I was in Plaça d’Espanya. It’s small world, but it’s big enough to make one be late or miss a lunch appointment all together. Down the hill

Up the hill

Barcelona scorcher

Humorous post, I think

Fun is had and made by others. I just notice.

On this propeller aircraft I needed to use my noise absorbent headphones:

Safety instructions into advertising

After seeing this, I know I have to see Jordan. This redefines advertorials.

Inflight advertorial for Jordan

Finally, this is the first thing I saw entering a tapas bar in Barcelona.

Clearly market exits

HTC surrogate photos

I have been pampered with Galician hot wine with orange, butter, cheese and rosemary cream, grilled smoked cheese with cranberry sauce (it’s a must that I should try this on my own again), mushroom soup with noodles, “Noble duck breast in forest mushrooms served with red cabbage and buckwheat”, Hot Apple pie with whipped cream and vanilla icecream and Cracovia-style cheesecake. All topped with dry Galician white wine.

Rhetoric street

The old city

Street art

White cold beautiful

The other night I have dreamed I was assigned to live on my own in a remote small medieval city in the hills. It was deserted and the snow covered abundantly the gardens, yards and cubic stone alleys. It smelled like the houses of my grandparents in Timisoara. I had an armchair and a pair of speakers, they were in white yellowish ivory-like plastic, like those huge antic piano-radio receivers, only smaller. The whole thing was beautiful, cold, silent and very very lonely. Then I woke up rested.

Top of the hill

Black from Berlin

It’s one of those postings where I am not sure if I have done it before because I have been meaning to do it for too long now. And, surprise, it’s gonna have to actually wait for a later edit too.

Finally, LATER EDIT: back with me, and black, here they are, the Babushka phone case, the Jost leather bag and the baggy pants from Belleville.

Landed in Berlin